Dorsai - The Second Generation

We've got to stop!" that I realized that SHE was enjoying what both of us were doing as much as I was. Embarrassed at just how far we'd gone, and what we'd been doing with each other, I laid there for a few seconds before I hesitantly told her "I – I'm sorry, Sis. I shouldn't have let things go that far, or done the things I was." She turned her head to look at me, and I could see the surprise on her face before she answered "No, Danny, it wasn't just you; it was me, too. Dammit, I liked it! Not just what I was doing to you, but what you were doing to me -" kissing, and touching, and – and even – that other part. Danny, I want to do stuff like that with you! You're my brother, and I love you, and I know that you aren't going to make me do anything I don't want to do, or don't like." Well and truly confused, I asked "Then why did you move away, and say we had to stop?"

Regretfully, she told me "Because it was too much, too soon." Seeing that I needed more explanation, she went on to say "Danny, I mean it: I do want to do stuff like that with you. I want to learn what feels good for me with you, and learn what you like, and how we can make each other feel good like that. I just don't want to do it all at one time, or in one night, is all.

I want us to go slow, and take our time so that we can really enjoy it -" not just the things we do, but the learning them, too. This should be special between us because it's US learning and doing, not because of the what we do. Danny, if it ever happens that the two of us make love, I want it to be because both of us know that it's the right time and place and thing for us -" not because both of us were horny, and got hot enough.

You understand?" When she put it that way, I did understand. While Sis got Moms looks, I was pretty sure she'd inherited Dads smarts; I got Dads appearance, but Moms brains -" and if Mom wasn't as smart as Dad, she didn't miss it by much. It usually worked out that Sis figured things out a little bit ahead of me; but once she started to explain something, I caught on to what she was saying easily enough. So when she told me why she wanted us to stop, it made perfect sense to me; and because of how close we were, it was easy enough for me to agree. While I was going through what she'd said, Sis waited patiently until I was done. I told her "Yeah, I understand what you're saying -" and you're right: it would be better if we went slower, and took our time." I couldn't resist the temptation to tease her a little bit by asking "So what do you think -stretch it out over a week, or so?" It only took her a moment to realize that I was teasing, and give me a Look -" one that I'd heard Dad call 'the Goober look', as if she was saying 'You are such a Goober!' I laughed when she did it, and it was only a second before she started laughing with me.

When both of us had calmed down again, she said "You know I meant something a little longer than that, Danny. Like a month, maybe", teasing me right back. I knew that there WAS no schedule, as such, of course: whatever intimacy that developed between us wasn't going to happen except when and if both of us were ready, without regard for anything as mundane as a calendar or clock. Remembering that Mom and Dad hadn't said just how long they were going to be gone, I lifted my head to look at my alarm clock -" and saw that nearly an hour had gone by. Sis saw what I was doing, and turned her head to look, too -" and realizing that we probably shouldn't be found the way we were, both of us sighed with the knowledge that Sis should leave my room. The funny part was that both of us did it in almost exactly at the same time, and in the same way, which made us look at each other and laugh a little. Without saying anything, both of us got off my bed and went over to where we'd left our clothes. As we got dressed again, each of us watched the other, both of us with a happy and loving smile on our faces.

In the weeks and months that followed, Sis and I gradually opened up to each other again, both in what we were willing and able to talk to each other about, and physically, as well. While it hadn't been any big deal for us to catch each other going into or coming out of the shower or tub (we shared a bathroom), our freshened intimacy made such events happen more often and last a bit longer, since we'd take the opportunity to kiss, and exchange a little friendly touching. With each session, we learned more about each others bodies. Not just the obvious things like how big or hard my penis got, or the way Sis' nipples would pucker; but what each other liked, and how we responded to different kinds of stimulation. We didn't know it at the time, but each of us was learning how to be a good lover -" to take our time, and to enjoy the discovery process without putting any kind of 'pressure' on the other one. We talked about it once, when we were older, and both of us admitted that learning what we did from each other had done wonders in making our sex lives with other people pleasant and enjoyable. There were only two things that interfered with the fun Sis and I had. The first was her menstrual cycle. That it happened didn't bother her in the slightest, as far as being ashamed or embarrassed about it -" in that respect, Mom and the others had had a positive influence. Rather, it was the fact that it was 'messy' for her that bothered Sis. Naturally enough, I didn't have a clue, but I was eventually able to convince her to help me understand by letting me look and touch and smell and all the rest when her period started one time. When I was done, I told her that I agreed with her that it was 'messy', but that there wasn't anything about it that really bothered me. She was ready to believe me once I took some of her menstrual blood and 'painted' a happy face on my chest; after that, the two of us took our first shower together, and masturbated each other to powerful releases. The second thing that got in our way was related to the first: Sis was having periods, and thus could conceivably get pregnant.

While we weren't anywhere near actually having that kind of sex with each other, that we might eventually reach that point was in both our minds. We were honest enough with each other that we talked about it a few times; being the donor and not the recipient, there wasn't a whole lot I could contribute toward finding a solution. I did offer my own thoughts on the matter -" condoms, for example -" not so much out of an interest in actually having sex with her (which, I admit, I was starting to think about), but rather to try and help her solve a problem.

Even while both of us were aware that we would possibly engage in coitus at some point, there was plenty for us to learn and do along the way.

While we started out with masturbating ourselves while the other person watched, it didn't take us long to start trying out other things, as well.

Our first discovery was that as nice as it felt when we touched ourselves, it was even better when the other one did it for us: Sis' smaller, softer hand felt better on my cock than my own did; and she wasn't afraid to tell me that my fingers between her thighs and hands on her breasts pleased her, too. After our mutual masturbation sessions, both of us delighted in sampling the others sexual secretions -" which eventually led us to try sampling them directly from the source – Mom worked with Dad at his engineering business. Sometimes they had to work late, or go in on a Saturday, to stay on schedule; but whenever Sis or I had some after-school thing going on like a part in a class play or some sporting event, one or both of them was always there. But this particular day, neither one of us had anything like that going on, so Mom and Dad had gone in to finish up some project they were working on, leaving me and Sis home alone. After we'd finished our chores -" we were charged with general cleaning; which one of us did what was left up to us -" the two of us were sitting in the family room watching some nature program on TV when they showed a short clip of two animals mating. At that age, I was capable of sprouting an erection when anything even vaguely erotic or stimulating happened, so that brief scene on the TV soon had me tenting the front of the pants I was wearing. I looked over at Sis, and was mildly surprised to see that it must have had a similar affect on her, since I could see where her nipples were slightly denting the light shirt she was wearing (without a bra, further adding to my arousal). Her eyes shifted to look at me, and she must have known what I was looking at because her gaze dropped to the bulge in my pants. I dragged my eyes up to her face, and saw that she was smiling. When she saw that she had my attention, her smile got bigger before she said "It looks like you liked that as much as I did. What do you say we help each other out?" The sudden increase in the bulging of my pants was all the answer she needed, and she quickly stood up and took her shirt off. Holding it in her hand, she started walking toward me, saying "Come on -" let's go to my room -" That was all the encouragement I needed, and I quickly moved to follow her toward her room -" and delighting in the way her ass moved as her long, trim legs moved us along.